This last month was a great month for me to get to know myself and my abilities (and proclivities) a little bit better.
First, I resigned my position as manager at the Alamo Drafthouse. Management in a company as large as The Drafthouse is getting is not something I am predisposed towards. What I wanted to do was be more involved and make the bar badass. They wanted that too, but they also wanted me to worry about labor statistics and bottom line stuff (among other things). There is almost nothing in the world that could make me care about those things unless I was owner of said business. It was stressing me out, even when I wasn't there, which is a definite sign that the job was not for me (and kudos to those brave souls who have the aptitude for that work, it's almost as thankless as being a runner). So I'm back to being pretty much just head bartender. Which still allows me to be more involved and make the bar badass, as I'm essentially the liaison between the higher ups and the rest of us lowly bartenders. But I'm much happier, so there.
On a side note, it makes me said that they have decided to get rid of their "Badass Cinema" branding technique
and decided to go with the much more generic logo.
It's never easy to watch something so beloved change into something else I guess. And I hope, at the very least, the Alamo's roots are never completely forgotten.Secondly, I have been making progress on a screenplay and discovering that hey, I do have it in me after all. So I've got that going for me.
Thirdly... I really missed my calling. I should have been a dancer. The best time I have every week is in dance class. Jazz, hip hop, modern, African (yes, African... I'm really only white on the outside). I hope to be taking an intro to tap at the beginning of the year as well. Haven't done any tap since I was, oh, 4 years old or so. I'll also be taking some singing lessons. I'll let everyone know when I'm performing in my first cabaret act (this is seriously a goal of mine).
I've also discovered that, while I still suck at accents (like, seriously), I'm pretty good at changing my look.
Exhibit A, 1930's Norma Shearer...
Exhibit B, Lilith of Borderlands video game...
Yeah, okay, to be fair I didn't really do much except change my hair, makeup and outfit. But it's amazing how such things can really change one's behavior and mannerisms. A year ago I would have only been comfortable as Exhibit B... but the Norma look is really growing on me. Turns out I contain multitudes. Who knew?
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